Her expression was so soft that it sent a lance through his heart, and he had to restrain himself from immediately confessing every last ounce of feeling he had for her. It may have been obvious on his face, however, and when she finally leaned down to kiss him he let out the softest of moans - relief and need all twisted up together.

He met her lips with a reverential hunger, warm and careful but without holding back. He kissed her with a confidence that he'd never quite managed before, his hands warm and heavy on her thighs as he slowly deepened the kiss. He didn't press up into her, he didn't move, just took the kiss as if he would drown without it.

As if his heart would burst, now that he had it.

Before Bobbie could voice a complaint, however, he did used the small amount of leverage to roll his hips and slowly thrust back up into her. He panted against her lips.